Why? Because it's a giant Rastafarianized bee, that's why.

And I'm depressed and thought it was wacky, which can help sometimes.

It did not.

I was pretty sure the asteroid was going to smack us and when it didn't getting out of bed got inexplicably harder. Though the self-obession in my comic is (largely) hyperbole, I think it actually manifests itself the most in my millennialism. I'm convinced my life will be cut short by a wild cataclysm (definitely a pokemon), or Gigan (recently started researching Godzilla villians), or maybe just a standard celestial missile from the ether. Why? Because I need to believe I won't (even though I will) die in a banal and embarrassing way.....as most people do.

Sorry, no punchline. I'm actually just really depressed. Even the sound of traffic outside my window makes me want to cry. Soon I will eat ice cream, get in a shoving match at a punk show with some 17 year old oogle, and maybe have an early night.

Moar comics soon!